I'm not one to break the rules
My thoughts resonating in Bb minor
I took a trip to see her
and braved a plane to find her
Late March snows degrade my vision
I sneeze and blow out candles
the handles of dreams that last through the day
I say silly things
in baby-talk voices
Wondering if she can hear me
Wondering if I exist when I'm away from her
The delusions of grandeur
thinking myself clever in machines I devise from words
Like the nerd that I am rereading the Potter series
Writing in the shadow of giants
I've been writing bits and pieces of this on the train in my head for the past week. I've been meaning to write more this year although I have not been very successful. I've been meaning to do a lot of things.
There are these chalkboards by the train station downtown and someone writes quotes on there. Today, I read, "A man who doesn't make mistakes is likely a man who doesn't make anything." Peace out.
